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       Stefan's Room
       By: Raijuta Date: July 26, 2013, 6:00 am
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       Stefan's Room/Hammock
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       Re: Stefan's Room
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 7, 2013, 12:05 am
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       Having avoided the crowded mass of bodies entering the living
       room, Stefan had managed to slip, hopefully unnoticed, into his
       own peaceful haven, ignoring the call to the 'meet and greet' as
       they called it. The very idea of mingling in such a crowd began
       pumping the blood quickly though his head and his body. All
       Stefan could see was red and the nearest wall became his target
       for a pent up frustration. A decent dent formed under the
       pressure of his fist as it slammed into the drywall. It wasn't
       the neatest way to deal with irrational fear, but as he removed
       his fingers from that wall, he felt his blood pressure return to
       normal and his muscles loosen. Making his way over to his bed,
       Stefan threw his bag right before it, the duffel making a loud
       clunk as it slammed into the ground under its own weight. Stefan
       entered the embrace of the fur that coated his hammock bed. The
       bristling feeling of each follicle caressed his skin and drew a
       deep-seated sigh from his lips. "This is much better."
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       Re: Stefan's Room
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 16, 2013, 1:38 pm
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       The more Stefan's gaze wandered around the room, the wider his
       smile became. The massive shelves of books that littered the one
       side held countless accounts of mysteries, horrors, and
       adventures that he could join simply by reading a few pages at a
       time. The furniture was homey and the view from the other side
       of his hammock looked out over the back yard. The sun set into
       his window, casting a warm glow on his face as it descended from
       it's highest point. He could get used to this. Stefan yawned,
       stretching himself out inside of his bed with a satisfied grunt.
       As he arched his back forward, he slipped his left hand back and
       pushed a Zippo lighter from his back pocket, letting the smooth
       metal collapse into his palm before lowering himself back into
       bed, one leg swinging under him as he floated through the air
       back and forth. The distinguished click as he opened and closed
       the lighter played a familiar song in his head. His cousin had
       shown him some fun tricks that had to learn for his role. Stefan
       opened the lighter with his leg, flicking it back across his
       pants to catch the wick aflame. Smirking, Stefan touched the
       fire with his pointer finger, letting the flame course along his
       finger for a moment before pulling it away, his index finger
       alight and soon his hand was burning. He held it there,
       clenching his fist back and forth as he glared into the flames,
       fascinated.
       Stefan swung his fingers around, pulling the fire into a small
       ball in his palm that he rolled around his fingers. He began to
       throw the ball out, stopping it in midair with some effort and
       bringing the fire back to his hand. "Hmmm... He was right.
       Practice makes perfect..."
       #Post#: 351166--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Stefan's Room
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: October 7, 2013, 10:44 am
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       Confession: 'Ere Goes Nuffin' roig't? Back in t'e crash pad.
       Wonder if she 'as ever done it on a 'ammock befour?
       Stepping through the door of his room was almost like stepping
       into another world of the house.  Books decorated the wall
       directly ahead of them as they climbed the small staircase into
       the room itself. The high ceiling and open windows that
       displayed a grand view of the surrounding area welcomed them. A
       touch of modern with a woodsy tint in the background.
       The foreground was actually furnished with a few seating areas
       and in the back, by the window itself, was the location of his
       Hammock. The room felt cooler than the rest of the house and was
       just cold enough to invoke a minor shiver, but warm enough to be
       comfortable, for him at least.
       Leading Kaylee into the room, he turned, gauging her initial
       reaction to the view. Drink in hand, Stefan continued to lead,
       only letting her hand fall when they had reached the sitting
       area and guiding her to a seat on the couch, finding his seat
       right next to her.
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       Re: Stefan's Room
       By: Dems Darkfire Date: November 12, 2014, 5:27 pm
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       Stefan had found himself in quite a predicament. The producers
       demanded that he exit his rather comfy hammock and actually
       entertain some people with his presence or he was going to be
       off the show completely. Stefan unfolded a book in his lap and
       sighed at this proposition. "Perhaps I should make myself known
       rather than avoid the cameras like a plague. I'm sure most
       people here haven't noticed my sneaking around or the missing
       food." The furs stroked his bare skin with a delicate touch of
       silk as he roused himself from his laying position and rolled
       his bare feet onto the floor. "I suppose they all assume I have
       left due to my absence. Well, if they want me to shake things
       up, I guess I could show them how I twist." He drew in a deep
       breath and exhaled, exasperated. "I suppose the vacation is
       over." Stefan stepped into a piece of clothing on the floor and
       lifted them, deeming his current condition decent for
       television; though he knew most here would assume he was too
       conservative wearing actual pants. Picking up his jacket on his
       way out, Stefan placed the cloth on his shoulders and then
       exited his room, taking his first true steps into the camera
       light since the start of the show.
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